the elves attic: i M sneer on the face of mankind.

Gonzo journalism and fiction is a tricky mix.... Welcome to my razor's edge.

HELLO THERE...

I am an elf in the attic making mind toys with sharp edges; an educated writer who gets good reviews, who you can read for free in the rough form of first drafts on the web, or purchase in a book form.

The best soldier does not attack. The superior fighter succeeds without violence. The greatest conqueror wins without struggle. The most successful manager leads without dictating. This is intelligent non aggressiveness. This is called the mastery of men.

tao

Welcome to you, I am John Scott Ridgway, Novelist, Poet, Blogger, Radio and TV writer and actor... five books, also paint in oils and acrylics. I am poet warrior of sorts, a non violent radical, personally, though understanding of those who choose other paths IN THE EIGHTY PLUS COUNTRIES AT LAST COUNT THAT came in this blog ...

The predicted revolutions in the USA and around the would are going to

be violent in the next twenty years, is what the CIA says. I want them to stay peaceful, which is the only way to win this struggle between haves and have nots. They have more guns, we have more people,, and they include the mothers and sisters and brothers of the people they will ask to fight us.... I think they underestimate the police.

NEVER ACCEPT APPEASEMENT OVER JUSTICE. By any means necessary is the reality. . . the USA can be spared stupid wars, but other countries. . . need different solutions. . .

The number of Countries that have come in to have a look at this blog humbles me. Thank you very much.

NEVER UNDERESTIMATE HOW MUCH I DESPISE VIOLENCE

EXCEPT UNDER EXTRAORDINARY CIRCUMSTANCES BY

PROFESSIONALS, HOPEFULLY, like the police, military, etc...

understanding that violence is sometimes needed

does not mean I like anything about the sound

of fists hitting faces

Boxing is too much for me

make me feel like I am watching

dog fights with toothless pitbulls

"I am an artist first, and a politician second," as John Lennon said.

My intentions are to stop the violence from entering into

revolutionary wars

the CIA

predicts

will break out in the next twenty years all over the

world, including here...

But Ill tell ya,

if there is not some redistribution of

wealth here there and everywhere

WE WILL WITNESS THE HORROR

THE HORROR

OF WAR ON all OUR SHORES

My intentions is to keep these protests peaceful

so we can win

without bloodshed

Total War for Total Peace

Never incites violence

or destroys property

you should be able

to go to protests with strollers and babies

parents feeling as safe as the police

Now, poetry...

I am too far out into the battlefield to retreat. This CHARGE is win or die...

PROPHECIES OF ECSTASIES AND HORRORS

A blood soaked Arthur has risen

be aware

be very aware

total war
for total peace
is being fought
HERE

THERE will be many ways to die
and only one to live
give and give and give
until the worlds downtrodden and oppressed
can begin to forgive
before things get bloody and ruthless
My Peace sign shot full of holes
and my reason ignored
drowned out by the roar of machine guns

You cannot break the golden rule
all the time and not expect
consequences from nature
mankind

we will fight for our right to thrive as well
we do not accept your sentence
to poverty so you can earn more
by shipping the factory off to China
WE ACCEPT NO CHAINS...
BREAK THOSE WE HAVE
COME RUNNING FOR OUR OPPRESSORS
WHO THE HELL WOULDN'T???

nothing this mindgame in america can do to us
can destroy this thing inside that yearns for freedom
enough to die in the name of JUSTICE
generation after generation
from time
immemorial

No more hyper-reality FOR US. We have already spent too long in an oasis of belief where nothing is wrong, folks... Now, we must face this was all a mirage... and try like hell to get out of this desert... or resolve ourself to the fact that we will leave our children to starve in the barren sands.

There are better ways to defeat an enemy than an outright fight, especially if you are vastly outnumbered, like the Elite. MSM PSY-WAR allows them to control our actions through our thoughts, and basically stop our FORCE from activating. I am not saying we should fight just because we can win, I am just saying we should fight before we lose, if no other option is left us.... because a world is at stake.

You are a spark in dry timber, stopped from becoming a roaring flame
only by -- YOUR OWN DISBELIEF IN YOUR POWER TO IGNITE...They SET UP LAWS THAT ALLOW THEM TO STEAL. MURDER. BRAINWASH THEIR CRITICS. We must begin to feel challenged now to stop them. Or WE WILL LOSE EVERYTHING. PERIOD. THE SKY, OTHER SPECIES, OUR WATER... OUR MINDS. No more hyper-reality for us... too long in that oasis where nothing is wrong folks... we must face this is all a mirage.
OUR LACK OF RESOLVE TO CHANGE OUR WORLD MUST PUZZLE THE GODS THEMSELVES.... how can we be this collectively dum? And if we are....then the brains will be looked to as potential saviors.... when all too often they are just psocyo-paths and stooges and scared folks under the gun who are ALLOWED to CON EVERYONE... FOR THE GOOD OF A

A cruel slap woke me to the PAIN
at the moment of birth;
My first cry was NO
buried in unintelligible screams.
I am a man now.
Now I catch your hand and break all the fingers.

the promise

You must be whoever the enemy fears the least
or fears the most.

No other position is safe

da general

Welcome to the spark that inflames TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE.

I am too far out into the battlefield to retreat. This CHARGE is win or die...

THE ELVES ATTIC is stories, poetry, essay's, peculiar events in my life . . . oil painting, articles.

Your patience for bearing with me on my first drafts is a much appreciated kindness. Your worldwide interest is my muse . . .Lately I have been writing a book called Gangsta General x, about a revolutionary in the USA, who is fighting to keep the revolt peaceful as things spin out of control in the states after a famine gets the populace hungry enough to change their society once and for all....

HOW TO USE THIS BLOG: There is a black and white jukebox in the right column that you can shut off, or find songs on.... To listen to the COMEDY SKITS FROM THE SHOW PEACE AND PIPEDREAMS... turn off the black jukebox, and turn on the Green one. I play Moon Bong Haze and Jesus...

I have five majors, five books, two tv shows, a radio show, 76 countries at last count on this site alone, and over a million online readers to my credit. I can't thank any of you enough for all of your help and encouragement over the years; the favors and aide that has been offered me, the trust in my leadership... you are all SACRED TO ME ... even you folks I tend to hate.

TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE -- Thank you especially. Your sacrifices live on. I salute you... and SWEAR ON THE GODS OF MY FATHERS THAT WE WILL TRIUMPH AND YOUR DEATHS WILL BE PAID FOR IN BLOOD AND TREASURE.

Thank you.

2008/04/26

i M sneer on the face of mankind.

I AM A SNEER ON THE FACE OF MAN

this man was hung for being a homosexual.... who would not let them cut his dick off and become a woman, as Iranian law allows. I love the persian people, and pray they can get control of their government before someone else tries to step in .

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by jsr

21/02/07
6:51 PM

i'm a holy convert to the cause,

screaming and all pissed off at my enemies,
waging war from this blog,
the religious psycho killer's sh it list,
johnnyapain,
the church of the bleeding toe,
my easel, FEARLESS RADIO ...

though I aM more than ready to forgive them all.

I mean, come on...

don't you want a hot, juicy, hard/soft succulent peace?
Let's take some if we have to.
Though we should pray we get a peace willingly,
gracefully, and fully lubricated for fucking this dark life all silly again.

sing to your enemies:

our hearts are still open

our minds are still free

We forgive you

forgive us

"I's words plain to those with spirit of prophecy."

Nephi...

the great I inside us all
will emerge and become one creature

fighting through a universe of savage grace

Thhs
blog is now a memoir, writtten in prose, poetry, essay, pictures, movies, radio shows, and soon my live shows which will be broadcast live or soon after all over the world in the little lap tops.
Help me tear the words out of the hands of the entrenched elite and hand them to the smallest, sickesT, most autistic child in the village -- THEY WILL LEAD US OUT OF THIS FOREST OF LIES, back INTO the truth of the gentle lamb. "I's words are easily understood by those who prophesy."

The first page of a blog is fairly important to me,though others who are cooler just let their work speak or itself; me I have to have a barker out in front of the joint getting all the shills in, because I learned from criminals and cops and carnies and theives and saints -- all day and night during the cab driving, in toledo, detroit, chicago, bowling green and all through michigan to the up one day with a bunch of realroaders... and took breaks for the academic lectures in history and philosophy, painting, cults, whatever... that gave a context for the images splashing into my eyes all day in the cab.

I never let a religion talk to me. I snubbed the missionaries and the like minded and good people who it hurt to hurt, after getting burned so bad when I was a kid Someone filled me full of lies, violated my very mind with their con. I am not used to forgiving such people. I have a great memory for slights, never forget them (dave and garth, missionaries who taught in El Salvador a few miles from the front, I am sorry I dissed your god.... she forgave me. I hope you can, too.... for your sake. I got all the forgiveness I CAN HANDLE from THE HORRIFYING CREATURE OF SAVAGE GRACE. . . which is just enough to forgive them ALL OF THEIR TRESPASSES and still stay strong and proud and battle-ready

prepared to fight like it matters
you and me and the great we weee

I feel your yearning for the ORDER TO COME DOWN.

YOUR BRAVERY BRINGS PRIDE UNTO OUR TRIBE
OUR POETS WILL SING YOUR NAME WITH QUET GRACE
and our warriors will scream your name for strength
during the ebss and tides of this total war

as we fight our way into the enemy encampments
search the faces of the emaciated prisoners
seeking the elusive child of peace

finding only warriors who want to go home
we police the area
take all the records we can for the whims of history
burn the enemy assets

I lead out on point
I enjoy it more than most
I only seem to know I am alive
when death is close
enough to whisper to me
of the meat I will become
telling me myths of more fire
hells and demons and other silly booger monsters

I JUST know better than to listen
in a place I think unlearned men call common sense
where the creature stirs

I HAVE BEEN a sneer on the face of man. . . until I began to smile back at you, and always say hello to everyone and bring as much kindness to whereever the hell I was
now I am something new
an emerging thing

I am sister and brother mother, uncle aunt, grandparent,lover, friend.... chairman Pain
& dear loving gentle father
who partied with the best of them
despite the scars of the brandings in treatment
business ww 2 and the loss
of the woman and the kids you so loved

in my names I war

Still the religions try to come to me as I walk this narrow path commanded and required to getto the minuscule gate out of this particular hell demonshun (sick). DEMONSHUN. This is the original spelling, until some uptight english teacher with chronic constipation of the mind and balls, told the little angel to sound out the words, then a few years later he learned that he had been tricked with this phoenics method; that his spelling abilities were pretty much destroyed bY MRS. SURE -- that mean bitch, who would take her sick, nazi ways out on first graders is burning in hell now... no, I have to forgive her too, though all I have heard of her in the passing years has confirmed the first graders deep, seething hatred. Mom says she got me out of this class after a couple weeks, but to me... this is how school started and it went on forever; I was literally trapped in one room for the first time in my life AND I WOULD CLOCK WATCH FOR THE NEXT TWELVE YEARS BECAUSE OF ONE SICK BITCH WHO SHOULD HAVE BEEN CAPPED. On the other hand, Mrs. Sure is the mother of a chick I would like to bang in all holes and hands and toes; she turned into an empty yuppie with a rich hubby;

NOw they still come to me, as I try to walk this narrow path commanded toward the tiny, tiny gate out of this hell,